and Equestria still counts the cost,

When the winds did blow and the bells did ring

and all but four were lost.

The truth of that night was covered up.

At royal request, three lied.

One, though, told her story true

about how her family died.

Three have moved on, content to live,

to forget that horrible night.

The one who stayed true is locked away,

crowned with a mane of white.

The nightmares of foalhood fade away

but never truly depart.

They lurk within us, tucked inside

the deepest recesses of our heart.

A cold wind blows from Tambelon,

the bells again do ring.

The Windigoes roar and bluster and rage

awaiting orders from their king.

The four survivors will reunite

for a lesson must be learned;

it doesn't matter how old you are